Harry:
You walked into your and Harry’s flat, slamming the door behind you. You had just got
home from your parents house and you had fought…. Again. All you could do was cry. You hated fighting with your parents. You walked into the bathroom and with all the strength you had left, you pulled up your sleeve revealing all the scars from old cuts. You grabbed a razor and slid it across your wrist once, then twice, three times, four, and on an on. You were in the middle of the eleventh cut when the door opened. Your head shot up to see a terrified look on your boyfriend Harry’s face. ‘Y/N? Babe, what are you doing?!’ his voice shaking as he grabs a towel and runs to your trembling body. He throws the razor across the room and cleans your cuts. You wince in pain as he applies pressure to the bleeding wounds. ‘Y/N, please, don’t do this. You’re beautiful. Inside and out. I love you. Why did you do this to your beautiful skin?’ he says quietly. ‘my parents. We fought. Again.’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He hugs you close and says, ‘I love you so much, Y/N. Please don’t do this. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.’ ‘Im sorry, Harry. I love you.’ you say into his shirt.
Louis:
‘Babe? Why do you wear so many bracelets?’ Your boyfriend of 8 months, Louis asks you randomly. You instantly thought of an excuse but decide to actually confess the truth. ‘Well, Lou. Truth is, I cut. Anything can trigger me, really. A fight, a sad story, anything. I’m sorry I never told you.’ Louis just pulls you into a hug whispering hopeful and reassuring comments into your ear.
Niall:
‘UUUGH you’re so annoying sometimes, Y/N! Just leave me ALONE! I need guy time just like you need girl time!’ Niall yells at you. ‘I’m sorry I wanted to spend time with my boyfriend! You didn’t have to be such an asshole!’ you yell back. You hated fighting with him but you were NOT about to take his crap. ‘And you don’t always have to be such an attention whore! Bitch!’ he spits at you angrily. That was all it took. You broke down in sobs and ran as fast as you could to your bathroom and slammed the door. You rolled up your sleeve and cut your wrists fiercely with a fresh razor. You were sobbing so loudly and you were so focussed that you didn’t hear your boyfriend, Niall open the bathroom door. ‘Y/N?’ your head shot up giving Niall a stern but hurt look. ‘Di-did I do that?’ he asks, afraid to hear the answer. You nod and he winces and starts to cry. He takes the razor from you and throws it away cleaning your arms as he cries. ‘How could I be such a dick? I made my princess hurt herself. I, I can’t believe it. Princess, I’m so sorry.’ he starts sobbing and you just hug him apologizing. You both apologize and fall asleep in each others arms.
Liam:
You and Liam were just hanging out in your shared flat, watching TV. On a commercial, you two started play wrestling. You battled until he finally pinned you down by your wrists. You winced in pain as he was applying pressure to your sensitive, cut up wrists. ‘Y/N? You okay? Did I hurt you?’ he asks letting you go. ‘Yeah I just have, uh, sensitive wrists.’ Liam gave you a puzzled look but his look softened and he motioned for you to give him your hands. He took your hands, flipping them over so he could see your wrists. He lifted up your sleeves, gasping when he saw all the slash marks and scars. ‘Y/N….’ he whispers. His gaze goes from you, to your cut wrists, back to you. ‘Liam, I’m sor-’ you say but he interrupts you with a passionate kiss. ‘No. I’m sorry for not being there to comfort you while you went through everything. I’m sorry I can’t fix your past, but I can fix your present and future. I love you, Y/N’ he says. ‘I love you, Liam.’ you say back.
Zayn:
You were cooking dinner for Zayn and you when you got really hot from standing over the stove so you rolled up your long sleeves. Without realizing it, you had just revealed all of your cuts and slash marks. ‘Babe?’ Zayn calls out. ‘Mmm??’ you reply. ‘what’s that all over your arms?’ you look down and straight back to Zayn with tears in your eyes. He motioned for you to come over and sit in his lap. ‘Why didn’t you ever tell me you cut? Why did you do this, Y/N?’ he asks quietly. ‘It started when my dad became an alcoholic and every time you or any of the boys comes home drunk, it reminds me of my sucky childhood and my father and I just, resort to cutting as my solution.’ you cry out. He hugs you close and promises to never let anything happen to you and he promises to never come home drunk again.
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Kinda sad right :p sowwy
i know you gonna like the gif :P zayn's like tired of your shit harry. ;)
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~Girlnotonfire/Naqiya xx